Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bass And The Movement, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song God Loves Ugly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
The Bass And The Movement |
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Bass And The Movement |
You should’ve stuck with the original plan, to be a little man |
Should’ve kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan |
Give the kid a nipple, cause he sucks |
Take the microphone from his fist, he doesn’t know how to clutch |
You wanna treat it like a playground |
Well we can joke about your takedown |
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt |
Like, «shut the fuck up, professionals are tryin to work» |
And to the people that don’t feel us, fuck em |
Don’t need em, can’t see em, never leave em, never loved em |
Stuffed em full of dick til the hole rips |
And let em know that’s what they get for that ho shit |
Oh my goodness, Sluggle went and flipped his style |
I haven’t really heard a mack like this in a while |
Bullshit, still broke and I still fake the smile |
Throw your head down my dick to a file (?) |
Yo you heard Slug sing his songs about women |
LIke he must be a weakling, I know I can fuck with him |
For those that wanna ride, come on, climb aboard |
I’mma be an asshole for as long as I’m exorted (?) |
Either call my bluff or turn the volume up |
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff |
And put your hands up if you feel the music |
Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement… |
Step step step step step off, you know you gotta get lost |
Because you know you soft |
Step step step step stepped on, is all you gonna get when you try to |
test the Sean |
You need to park that bitch, and get a starter kit |
You might as well hire me to come write your shit |
At least then nobody you know who you bit |
It won’t hurt so much when they don’t like your shit |
Silly puddy in the puddle of beer |
Quit steppin in my cum and get your gum out your ear |
I heard your new song son, yo this hear |
Why don’t you go run along and tell your girl to bring it here |
You got no balance, combined with no talent |
Disgraceful, you could catch a face full of phallus |
Color me callous, on a retribution tangent |
Howd the love die, how the hell’d you lose the magic |
These cats is lazy, layin down on they job |
I’ll call Musab, this whole playground’d get robbed |
Are those your props? |
(Gimme that) Your girl? |
(Gimme that) |
A 3-pack of Jimmy, I’ll show you who the skinny mack |
You can keep the change, hit me back when you’re stable |
IF she give good brains she could play with the halo |
Don’t worry you’re in good hands, I’m a good man |
Misunderstood, nah, just sick of the program |
I only speak with ammonia and the bleach |
The orphanage, I’m here to give a portion to the peace |
So play the least, suck me dry |
Dot your t’s, cross your i’s |
And blow me counterclockwise |
So either call my bluff or turn the volume up |
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff |
And put your hands up if you feel the music |
Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement |
I’ll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace |
And be quiet if you love the police |
Now put your hands up if you feel the music |
Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement |
So either call my bluff or turn the volume up |
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff |
And put your hands up if you feel the music |
Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement |
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci |
Big ups if you bought my cd |
Now put your hands up if you feel the music |
Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement |